Golden Dragon walked ahead to lead the way.
The three crossed the park lawn, went around an artificial hill, and stopped before an Old Locust Tree.
Only when Su Miao followed did she notice faint fluctuations of spiritual qi around the tree roots.
Golden Dragon raised a hand and knocked on the trunk three times.
Ripples spread across the trunk, like a stone dropped into water, and then an arched doorway appeared.
After the three entered, the grass beneath their feet became a level expanse of bluestone slabs.
Su Miao looked around and found herself in a square lakeside courtyard, with bamboo planted at each of its four corners. A stone table and several stone stools stood in the center.
An exceedingly faint trace of spiritual qi drifted through the air, so thin it was almost imperceptible.
This should count as a small grotto-heaven world as well.
On second thought, it made sense. Even in the Age of Dharma Decline, a starving camel was still bigger than a horse. Blue Star still had some reserves, one way or another.
Su Miao and Golden Dragon took seats on the stone stools.
Heavenly Dao did not want to sit too close to Golden Dragon, his former mentor. He simply leaned against the bamboo with his arms folded, wearing the expression of a bystander who was only listening and had no intention of getting involved.
Golden Dragon picked up the tea that had long been prepared on the stone table. After pouring Su Miao a cup, he
got straight to the point.
"I asked you here because there is something I would like your help with."
Su Miao lightly tapped the surface of the stone table with her fingertips and raised her eyes to Golden Dragon.
"Please, go ahead. As long as it